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As a introduction, waitering was a brutal introduction to spanish society. I worked in a mid-sized restaurant located in Oviedo’s “Plaza de la Catedral”. There I learned how to serve beer, make coffee, copas, etc... It didn’t take much time to make me realize that I hated to serve people who varied from nice to rude-racist, and found myself fascinated by the solitude of the warehouse, where I built ephemeral sculptures with crates and boxes.

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I always been a bad tourist. I visit people, not cities. I don't like to look for monuments in a map. I spent my days there hanging around, ran- domly, alone or with my friends. I found Berlin tragical, but charming.
In my first trip to Berlin I noticed certain strangeness. I decided to go there because I had an diffused idea about my future. There, I did nothing else than being with my friends Rebeca and Alberto. I visited some museums and parks.For many reasons, my favorite place in Berlin was the Morreo-Perez Gerónimo place. I felt at home, safe and loved. There I met Ann-Kristin and Lucía. Also I met Ruben, and after some years I met again with Ana.
I waited until being alone at their place to take some photos, interested in preserving a global image from that moment in my life, also to do- cument how they arranged their belongings, like a domestic landscape.

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Having left/sold my home in Venezuela and aided by my brother, we decided to buy a new place to be in Valencia, Spain. This was an introduction to one of most infamous aspects of spanish's culture: real estate; spaniards realtors has a repetitive behavior, their tactics, their fallacies, etc… run in the same direction.

Beside that, finding an apartment was an imperative. I spent a few, but intense days seeking it, I was close to give up, but in a stroke of "luck" I found an apartment in En Corts. I did a video to send it to my brother, to see if he agreed to acquire that property. Maybe was magic, but I paid la señal del piso on my mon's 71th birthday.